Tom Holland Blurbs

drunk (t.h.)

I had gone out with a few friends for some drinks, fully intending to head home mostly sober at the end of the night because Tom had just gotten back into town and the guys were taking him out and I knew he was going to come home absolutely shit faced and that I was the only person he would listen to when he was drunk. What I hadn't counted on was for my friend Anna to catch her boyfriend of almost a year in bed with a random girl and for her to be in dire need of a night out getting wasted with her friends in retaliation. While trying to make sure Anna, Sadie and Marie were drinking water between shots, I must have lost track of how many Long Island ice teas I had worked my way through. I was at the bar getting another round of drinks, my head was swimming a little but not terribly and I was having a good time with my friends. I was feeling great until I turned around to head back to the table and the room kept spinning even though I stopped.

Holy shit, I'm drunk. Damn it.

I made my way carefully towards the table, where my friends were all laughing loudly as Anna deleted all her pictures from her phone of her and He Who Must Not Be Named. I set the drinks down and all the girls cheered and took the shots, cajoling me to take one as well.

"Ladies, I think we need to call it a night, we are all going to have hangovers tomorrow," I say, and they all boo me teasingly, but start to gather their things. I pull up a cab service on my phone, ordering one for all of us before getting distracted by an incoming call from my boyfriend.

"Hello?" I answer the call.

"Y/N? Darling hi!," Tom's voice comes over the line, adorably getting more excited when he heard me pick up.

"Hi, Tommy, how's things?"

"Things are great! But not perfect 'cause you're not here and I really want you to be here..." he trailed off like he lost his train of thought. "That's why I called you! Haz said I'm not allowed to use my phone until I drink more water but I snuck away so I can do what I want!" The last part of Tom's sentence was whispered earnestly. I giggled, a product of my drunken state as I never giggled.

"God, I love your laugh, when are you coming home?"

"We're actually on our way home now! The cab just pulled up, I'll see you soon, Tommy!"

"I told you not to call me that, it makes me sound like I'm six," Tom whined. I laughed out loud.

"Mhm, yeah Tommy, I love you, I'll see you at home!"

Anna, Marie, Sadie and I all piled into the cab that had stopped on the curb outside the bar. The cab driver was a smiling older man who kept us laughing with stories of his many grandchildren as he took us each to our apartments. I was dropped off last, I thanked the driver profusely before removing my heels and pulling my keys out of my bag and climbing out of the cab less than gracefully. I slowly made my way up the steps, loving the way that the pavement felt under my bare feet. As I attempted to unlock the door with my keys, I missed the keyhole and valiantly tried again, giggling to myself.

Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal one Harrison Osterfield, blue eyes sparkling as he laughed at how close I came to stumbling down the steps because of how badly he had startled me. Curses flew out of my mouth at him, and I shoved past him into Tom and I's shared apartment. I tripped over my own feet in doing so, making Haz start laughing all over again.

"Oh my God, you're drunk too! I hope you're not as bad as he is! Tom, Y/N's home!" Haz raised his voice and then walked out the front door mouthing Good luck, as the door shut. I rolled my eyes at his antics and dropped my shoes by the door before making my way to the fridge for a bottle of water. Suddenly I heard the sound of running feet and braced myself for impact.

That's why Haz wished me luck, Tom's hyper.

Hyper drunk Tom was the most difficult to manage and I had to watch every word I said because his mind would latch on to one thing and make up insane plans that would usually get him injured unless I could talk him out of it. Since I was a little past tipsy, my mind tended to work slower than my mouth and I couldn't filter things as quickly, so we were in for an interesting night. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before chugging half of the bottle of water and grabbing one for my boyfriend, who had over shot the kitchen and went flying by the doorway wearing just boxers and socks only to slam into something with a shout. I heard him stand back up and make his way cautiously back to the kitchen entrance.

"Hi baby," Tom greeted me, looking absolutely adorable with his curls everywhere as he raked his hands through them and made them stand up even more.

"Hi, I'm not talking to you until you drink this water bottle," I said, holding out the unopened water bottle to Tom pointedly. He huffed and took the bottle, unscrewing the lid and guzzling it. He got about halfway through the bottle before stopping to take a ragged breath and then continuing. I was cheering internally, usually hyper Tom debated every little thing with me.

I sipped on my water bottle as Tom finished his own, getting distracted as I really took notice of his shirtless body.

Damn, my boyfriend is hot.

I was zoned out so completely I hadn't noticed Tom setting down the now empty water bottle and walking slowly toward me with what could only be described as an evil grin on his face. His hands came up to rest on my hips and his touch made me jump, Tom throwing his head back and laughing loudly.

"Tommy," I said, hoping using my cutesy voice would get me my way. "Why don't we put on a movie and cuddle?"

"Sure! Can we watch an action movie? Oh, can we watch Homecoming?" Tom walked towards our bedroom babbling about wanting to watch the movie for the stunts because he wanted to try a few. I rolled my eyes, feeling more sobered up as I went to lock the door and turn off the lights.

By the time I made it back to our room Tom had already started the movie, watching his own face on the TV in our room. I walked to the bathroom and started getting ready for bed, knowing I only had a few minutes of the movie babysitting my still drunk boyfriend, who was now telling me a long story of a funny moment on set that he had been reminded of.

Suddenly I heard a loud thump and a groan. I walked out of the bathroom and was greeted by the sight of Tom in a heap on the floor.

"Thomas Stanley, what the hell are you doing?"

"I thought I could land a standing double backflip," Tom's voice was muffled as his face was pressed into the carpet, his movie still playing in the background. "I don't know why it didn't work."

I laughed at how frustrated he sounded, walking over and sitting down next to him on the floor. Tom shifted so his head was in my lap, I could see he was pouting. I started running my fingers through Tom's curls slowly.

"Babe, of course it didn't work, you're shit faced and standing on carpet," I tell him.

"No, I thought about that! I did," Tom insisted, sitting up before continuing. "I back flipped off the bed!"

He said it like it was the most obvious solution in the world. I took a deep breath in and pinched the bridge of my nose. This man was going to be the death of me.

"We'll talk about that train of thought when you're sober," I said. "Why don't we get in bed so we can get comfy while we watch your movie, Tommy?"

Tom obliged, standing up and climbing up the mattress to get under the comforter. He kicked off his socks and leaned back against the pillows, watching me lazily as I flipped off the lights before climbing into bed next to him. He shuffled closer to me and put his head on my stomach, silently letting me know that the room was spinning and that he wanted my hands in his hair. I let my hands drift to his head and I started softly massaging his scalp. Tom's arms wrapped around me lightly and he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. He always did that when he was on the edge of sleep.

"Darling, I love you so much. Don't deserve you, 'm so lucky," Tom mumbled faintly, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"I love you too, Tommy. Now go to sleep, you're going to be sore tomorrow on top of your hangover because you're an idiot."

Tom lifted his head and pressed his lips softly against my stomach before laying back down on me, his breathing finally evening out. I matched my breaths to his deep ones, drifting off with the TV still playing the movie quietly.